Drowned in the loud

Too many times,
There’s too many people,
And I can’t hear,
So I’m silent,
Drowned in the loud.

She’s laughing out there,
Where it’s too hard to hear,
Too easy not to listen,
And she’s dancing,
Or whirling somehow.

Too many times,
She wants to know –
But its too loud.
She can’t ask,
And so, she doesn’t.

So, why do I come,
If it isn’t any fun?
Well, it was fun
The first time,
And she does dance well.

Out there, where
It is too hard to hear,
Too easy not to listen.
Too many times,
I give up and go in.

Electric artificial drums
Keep the beat all night.
They never stop for water.
I dance and I sweat.
I get hot; I get hotter.

I feel my blood
Behind my eyes
Mouths move without talking
Tongues wrap around each other
Foot steps without walking.

Too many times,
My tongue’s alone,
The only tongue in my mouth
My lips are closed.
I haven’t done my dance.

Oh, but I have been moving
Out in the crowd
Frotage! Frotage!
Big beautiful bouncing body parts,
Drowned in the loud.

The one I want, she’s gone.
She likes it too loud to listen.
She likes lots of attention.
She likes freedom from possession.
I only like conversation.

Maybe I move well.
Maybe I’m tall,
But I’ve got eyes on me,
If not ears.
I’m dancing after all.